“Come on back.” Parker headed toward his office, and I followed him. I could practically feel the receptionist’s eyes boring into my back. Parker held the door open for me, and I stepped into his office, which was sleek, modern, and devoid of any personality. Everything was leather and stainless steel, and the framed artwork was of the generic purchased-off-the-shelf variety. Parker gestured for me to sit in an exceptionally uncomfortable chair, while he opted for the low white sofa, lounging boyishly with his legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Tell me you’re not sleeping with her,” I said.

Parker grinned widely. “I’d never lie to you, Mags.”

“She’s barely older than Paige.”

“Isla is twenty-five, actually.”

“You’re incorrigible. And you really shouldn’t sleep with your employees.”

“I know, I know.” Parker brushed me off. “Anyway, what’s up? I’m assuming you didn’t come here to talk about my love life?”

“Love life?”

“Okay, my sex life. Is this about James’s fiftieth birthday party? Because the answer is yes, I will jump out of a cake, but no, I will not do it naked. You’ll have to get me a thong or something like that.”

I couldn’t help laughing. Parker had always been funny. He was James’s oldest friend—they’d grown up together in Fort Lauderdale, went to the same high school, and stayed close ever since. Parker had never married—he was actually the opposite of my straitlaced husband in almost every way, with his never-ending partying and the string of girlfriends who seemed to get younger every year. But even though James and Parker had taken very different paths in life, their friendship was as strong as ever.

“That would certainly get everyone’s attention,” I said. “But I think we’ll skip the cake jumping.”

“Are you sure? I look great in a thong.”

“I’m not even going to comment on that.” I leaned forward. “Parker, I have to ask—have the police come to see you?”

“The police?” Parker frowned. “No. Why? What’s going on?”

I inhaled deeply. “They found Hannah Nilsson’s remains.”

Parker sat up abruptly, his bon vivant persona instantly set aside. “They found her? How is that possible?”

I filled him in on the details, or at least, what I knew of them. Parker listened intently, his hands clasped in front of him.

“And they’re sure it’s her?” he said, when I’d finished.

“Yes. They IDed her with dental records.”

“I can’t believe they found her after all these years.” Parker shook his head, looking a little dazed. “I assumed she drowned that night. We all did. But if they found her body on the campgrounds . . . my God. We were right there. And none of us heard a thing.”

“Well, you were all asleep, weren’t you?”